“Would it be harmful for me to be your girl?” she asked, toying with the hem of the shirt, looking at him through her eyelashes, before beaming widely at the question. “I always need more lemon to suck on,” she said, nodding, her long red curls bouncing.
She slid back onto the counter, kicking her feet as she watched him, wondering just how far she could play with him, trying to lure him in before she put a stop to it. She took a risk, her foot brushing over his thigh, though moving it in a way that it just looked liked it touched him while she was swinging them, watching him as she took a sip of the sprite, wrinkling her nose as the carbonation bubbled at it.